C582 No trace of spring dream

Zhang Xin had a dream!

A dream!

She felt as if she was dreaming of coldness. The coldness in her dream was like she hadn't seen a woman in eight hundred years. It pressed down on her body, rhythmically moving.

Zhang Xin felt that he must be crazy!

Otherwise, how could he have dreamt of such a scene!

When she slowly opened her eyes, the sky was already dark